User blog comment:Llamao/The Strangers/@comment-4094509-20111123191210

Rooto stepped up closer to the ship, observing the weasel that was silently reaching for a bottle of spiced rum. Rooto chuckled and pulled out a flask of grog from his haversack. He took a sip of the fiery drink and greeted the weasel with a slight wave of his paw, not really caring if he would respond.